An Instagrammer’s view of Havana

Havana is a photographer’s paradise. Fancy some classical Spanish architecture? Checked. What about vibrant colors all around the city? Checked. Some amazing vintage cars to match the scene with uncanny simplicity? You got it! Before you start packing, check out this collection of pics by Instagrammer Sher She Goes. The shots are so vibrant you’ll  smell fresh roasted coffee and the Cuban cigar sweetness.

What to do in Havana

Cuba’s capital city, Havana, is one of the largest urban areas in the Caribbean region. The city is well known for its Spanish colonial architecture in 16th-century Old Havana. Havana’s vibrant culture and architectural beauty attract over a million visitors every year. Here are a few things you absolutely have to do and see when in the city.

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 FusterlandiaLa Habana, CubaHeading to Havana? Be sure to check out the studio of artist Jose Rodriguez Fuster, as well as the surrounding neighborhood (Jaimanitas). Everything is so colorful and lively! No wonder it is called “Fusterlandia.” It reminds you of Disneyland, the happiest place on Earth!

Plaza de Armas

 Plaza de ArmasLa Habana, CubaCool square that has lots of vendors selling things like records, books, posters and trinkets from pre-1960 #souvenirs #bargins

Centro Habana

 Centro HabanaLa Habana, CubaHavana, Cuba street life

Almacenes San José Artisans’ Market

 Almacenes San José Artisans’ MarketLa Habana, CubaTake at least 3 hours to get through all of this. Some awesome hand made leather goods, souvenirs and amazing paintings from local artists. Put your bargening shoes on because you will be in for one heck of a ride. Also there is a stand that has frozen coconuts and they will put a bunch of rum in it for an extra dollar. #souvenirs #bargins

Café París

 Café ParísLa Habana, CubaGreat cafe to grab an espresso and have a cigar and pastries. Also at night it becomes lively with a great mojito and live music. #cheap-eats #coffee #casual #dancing

La Catedral de la Virgen María de la Concepción Inmaculada de La Habana

 La Catedral de la Virgen María de la Concepción Inmaculada de La HabanaLa Habana, CubaThis is an amazing cathedral in central Havana that still holds mass and is free to walk around in. Don’t forget to take off your hat when entering as a sign of respect. Located in the beautiful renovated square for many opportunities for great shots. #free

Palacio de los Marqueses de Aguas Claras

 Palacio de los Marqueses de Aguas ClarasLa Habana, CubaThis is a great cafe called El Patio adjacent to the front steps of the cathedral. Beautiful architecture and views of the Cathedral Square. This is also a hostel/particular that you can get reasonably priced rooms. #cheap-eats #coffee

Policia Nacional Revolucionaria

 Policia Nacional RevolucionariaLa Habana, CubaVery cool building which is still used as a police station today. #history

Centro Habana

 Centro HabanaLa Habana, Cuba#streetlife #havana #cuba

Great Theatre of Havana

 Great Theatre of HavanaLa Habana, CubaAnother stunning structure in Old Havana. We were not able to see a show but heard amazing things and can’t wait to go back to see a show. #history #gallery #dancing #musicvenue #livemusic

IBEROSTAR Parque Central

 IBEROSTAR Parque CentralLa Habana, CubaGreat location,nice room,excellent rooftop bars.Good food, great music when we were there.

Paseo de Martí

 Paseo de MartíLa Habana, CubaBeautiful central walk where you can sit in the shade on the marble benches while enjoying the breeze and watching the classic cars roll by. #free #statue

Museum of the Revolution

 Museum of the RevolutionLa Habana, CubaWorth the 10 pesos to get in and see all the amazing history that evolved around the revolution. The building alone is worth the trip with amazing architecture and bullet holes from the fight. #history #gallery

Paladar La Familia

 Paladar La FamiliaLa Habana, CubaAmazing dining experience. Secret hole in the wall and up a tiny staircse where the famous people come like the Rolling Stones. There is usually a live band playing in a very cool open atmosphere. #cheap-eats #food #casual

Visiting neighboring cities

 HavanaLa Habana, CubaHire a private car with a driver . Costs USD$100-150 per day. Visit cities out of Havana. My fav were Trinidad, Santa Clara, Santiago de Cuba
# road trip #photography

Happy New Year’s Eve in Havana

Anticipating a Cuban New Year’s bash, tourists gather in Havana’s old town. The cathedral square is filled with tables, as servants scamper to keep the breeze from destroying their handiwork with the napkins. Leaving the touristic center, we walk three blocks into a barrio — with buildings aging like melted sugar cubes and people who, it seems, view the world from their ramshackle doorsteps. I made a friend and was invited into a party I’ll never forget.

Rick Steves and Cuban party host

Peeking into a once-grand entryway, now draped in poverty, I saw masses of creative wiring creating a confused black web above broken building material coated with grime. A ramshackle spiral staircase led into what seemed like a dark attic — but I knew was many floors of apartments, each with a family primed to enter the New Year. Given the political quaking in Cuban-American relations, I suspect that 2016 could be a year to remember.

Marveling at the play of light — rays streaming through cracks, highlighting random corners of the otherwise dark space — I realized it was perfectly monochrome. As I steadied my camera against the door to compensate for the low light, a man suddenly stepped into the space.

Wearing a blue-and-black-striped shirt, with crucifix bling dangling from his neck, he looked like a young, miniature Arsenio Hall. The bright-blue stripes along with his toothy smile popped in all that black and gray.

He said, “Me llamo José.” We talked and shared our feliz año nuevo wishes. Americans are still an oddity here, so that stoked the conversation. José was heading up that haunted-house spiral staircase to his family’s party, and invited us along. Knowing that this is the kind of opportunity you travel for, we accepted.

Rocking chairs spilled out onto the third-floor landing, providing an alternative space for the old boys to gather. Drawn to the bright light of the family room — a big space for cooking, eating, and lounging — we were welcomed into a four-generation scene. (Generations pile up quickly, as girls have kids early. José was 39 and already a grandfather. He didn’t like that his 13-year-old daughter had a child…but what can you do?)

Rick Steves family with Cubans

Photo: The Travelphile

I’ve enjoyed many situations with very poor people partying. But this scene seemed different. I sense the ratio of education to per capita income here is the highest among the poor of any place I’ve ever traveled. These people spoke English and eagerly taught us to rhumba. With the conversation raging, the brother showed me his smartphone with quotes from Abraham Lincoln in Spanish. He translated one roughly: “The best form of justice is not always the best politics.” Cuba has plenty of poor, but regardless of any family’s ability to pay, they’ve all been to school.

The only thing being served was straight rum in tiny glasses. A boom box played while all danced. Little kids were busy learning dance moves from the older ones. A ten-year-old Michael Jackson wannabe was happy to teach the visiting tourists the steps. The patriarch proudly snapped photos. (My next post is a video of all the fun.)

Rick Steves dancing with Cuban woman

Photo: The Travelphile

Getting some quiet, I stepped out onto the balcony. From that corner perch, the grimy city stretched in four directions. Nearly all the action seemed to be families gathered in homes — certainly more affordable than going out.

When midnight struck, everyone crowded onto that balcony to enjoy the local tradition of pelting anyone clueless enough to be out and about with garbage and water.

Havana hotel

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Later, we walked six blocks back to Cuba’s towering capitol building (a knockoff of ours in Washington DC — but, they boast, “one meter taller”). Across the street, we climbed to the rooftop of a hotel and crashed a classy $50-a-plate dinner with a band playing poolside. The patrons seemed dreadfully bored, and the contrast between this scene (with over-the-top food and party favors for about a month’s local wages) and the humble apartment where we had enjoyed our New Year’s was thought-provoking.

Out after midnight in a Havana barrio, we felt perfectly safe, except for potholes and passing bici (bicycle taxis) in the dark streets. Jumping into a taxi, I said, “Miramar” (the neighborhood of our B&B). He said, “Twenty CUC” — that’s about $20. I said, “Ten.” He said, “No, this is a 1956 Pontiac…fifteen.” I said, “OK.” He said “Feliz año nuevo,” and we rumbled home…capping a New Year’s Eve I’ll long remember.

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Travel diary: Cuba

“I don’t even understand this country,” our driver told us. “And I’ve lived here my whole life.”

I should have known from the start that it was futile to try to wrap my head around the mix of contrasts and contradictions that is Cuba. To use a tired cliche, it truly is a country like no other: stuck in time and full of colour, music and flavour. Twelve days and countless conversations later, I’m a little closer to understanding the systems and mindsets that keeps the country running, but I suspect that a full lifetime wouldn’t be enough to really get it.


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Our arrival in Cuba went very smoothly: after spending an hour or so battling through the passport control queue at Havana airport, we found our Mexican friend Luis waiting for us at the arrivals gate; he’d flown in from Mexico City a couple of hours previously.

The five of us made our way to the exchange office outside the terminal and joined the seemingly endless queue to change money, but we soon realised that no-one was waiting for the sole ATM hidden just inside the door. We skipped the queue, used a Visa debit card to withdraw lots of cash, and hopped in a taxi to our pre-booked casa particular.

The journey from the airport was an adventure in itself as we admired the socialist billboards and hordes of classic American cars, and we were warmly welcomed by our host Arsenio when we arrived at his house in Havana Centro. The street was mostly potholes and a pile of rubbish graced the nearest corner; the opposite corner was occupied by a street vendor selling bananas. Men catcalled Janine, Ange and me as we walked down the street; when we ventured off our road onto the main thoroughfare we were offered taxis every minute or two. Havana was noisy, active, falling apart, and full of life. I loved it. The others, not so much.

Havana, Cuba
Havana was crumbling apart in some areas, colourful in others.

We spent three nights in Cuba’s capital city. The first night, we kept things simple: dinner and a walk along the malecón (seawall) to admire the fortress and get a breath of fresh air. The next day, we used an app I’d downloaded before we arrived in the country to do a walking tour of the main sights: el Capitolio, the cathedral, the Castillo de Real Fuerza, Granma yacht, and lots of lovely plazas.

We used our last morning to visit a tobacco factory — it was very interesting but we were frustrated by the fact that we couldn’t buy tickets at the factory itself, we had to go back to one of the main hotels to get them. This apparently limits corruption, and the fact that our guide took us into the cloakroom after the tour to sell us cigars under the table makes me suspect that it’s a sensible measure.

A trip to the beach was in order after this experience. We’d been told that the hop-on hop-off tourist bus was the way to go, but when we found out that it only runs once an hour, we jumped in a bumpy taxi instead. The water at Playa del Este was crystal clear, warm and pleasantly rough; it was a lovely, relaxing afternoon.

Playas del Este, Havana, Cuba
Beautiful Playas del Este.

Craig didn’t have such a relaxing time: he hadn’t wanted to come to the beach, so he headed to the bus station to buy tickets for our onwards journey. The lines were long and the taxis expensive, but he managed to get the tickets and the next day we made our way to Viñales.


I wasn’t a fan of Viñales, though the others found it relaxing after battling the touts of Havana. For me, though, it was a tourist town like so many others around the world: every second house was a casa particular, the restaurants catered almost exclusively to tourists, the markets sold a lot of plastic. To be fair, they also sold handmade items: hats, salad servers, beautifully hand-carved birds and boxes.

Viñales, Cuba

Accommodation was easy: Arsenio had called to make a reservation for us at the house of a friend of his, though when we arrived she moved us on to her sister’s place. Our host was pleasant enough but her lack of experience showed in her tendency to hover and her unfortunate habit of wanting to talk to us when we were in the shower.

We spent our first day in Viñales doing a walking tour of the national park. Our guide explained the plants we were seeing as we went along, and we stopped at a tobacco farm to watch a cigar being rolled and to smoke one ourselves, and at a cafe plantation for an explanation of coffee production and an espresso.

Viñales, Cuba
Our walking tour was a highlight of our time in Viñales.

The next day we headed to Cayo Jutias, a 90-minute drive from Viñales. It was an excellent day: we hired a car and driver for the day, and he was happy to detour to the mural of prehistory and to stop in a small town along the way so we could buy lunch from local stalls. Janine and Ange went snorkelling and the rest of us relaxed on the white sand beach, drinking beer and eating the sandwiches and fruit we’d bought on the way. That evening was our last with Luis; we went out for a drink or two and watched a show at the Casa de la Música.

Cayo Jutia Cuba
It might have been overcast, but we had a wonderful day at Cayo Jutia.


After our one trip from Havana to Viñales, we gave up on buses. They were always booked out a day or two in advance, and since we were a group of four, it was easier to hire a car and driver. The journey from Viñales to Trinidad was pretty expensive, but still cheaper than four bus tickets, and we shaved several hours off the journey time — on the whole, a win. It was a good day to be travelling, as the torrential rain would have made any tourism activities impossible — as it was, we pretty much just holed up in our room for the evening after we arrived in Trinidad.

Trinidad was a pretty city, and we enjoyed walking around and spending an evening listening to music and drinking truly terrible mojitos at the Casa de la Música (tip: go with straight rum, it’s cheaper and infinitely better). However, the highlight of our two nights was talking with our host, Yaneisy, who cooked us delicious dinners and told us all about daily life in Cuba and how things have changed over the last few years.

Trinidad Cuba
Trinidad was a very pretty place.


Our last stop was by far our favourite. Yaneisy had called to book us a room with a contact of hers, and we were impressed by how friendly and welcoming our new host was. Our room was comfortable, and we had dinner at his sister’s house a couple of doors down the street: a veritable feast of ropa vieja (pulled beef), fish, banana chips, salad, and rice, as well as fresh juice and the rum we’d brought with us. That evening was one of the highlights of the trip for me: we moved from the table to rocking chairs and spent several hours reminiscing and making plans for the future.

Cienfuegos itself was a nice town to walk around: we visited the picturesque town square and walked to Punta Gorda for a drink. Janine and Ange went for a swim off the point and we admired the artwork in the sculpture garden and the boats in the lagoon. Craig, Ange and I got caught in a sudden dowpour at one point and hopped in bicycle taxis to get out of the rain; the drivers promptly pulled into a covered service station to wait it out. We didn’t get back to our casa any faster, but we did end up having very interesting conversations with our drivers.

Cienfuegos reflections.
I love being by the water!


In fact, it was the conversations that made this trip what it was. One of the last talks we had was with Willem, the driver we’d hired to take us from Cienfuegos to Havana, with a stop at Santa Clara to visit the Che memorial. The first part of the journey went well, but it came to a sudden halt when the car broke down in a petrol station forecourt. Willem stripped off his t-shirt and put on some overalls that he pulled out of the boot before fiddling around underneath the car. Unfortunately he couldn’t fix the problem to his satisfaction, so he called a friend of his to organise a replacement ride to Havana. It wasn’t a problem for us — we had time to spare, and filled it up with a good chat.

Che memorial Santa Clara Cuba.
Che memorial.

It was Ange’s last night with us, so we went out for a nice dinner at El Trofeo and drank rum on the seawall while watching lightning flash across the sea. We slept for a couple of hours, then woke up at 3am to see her off: sadness all round. The next day we had lunch with a local guy we’d met in the street and had yet another interesting conversation about what it’s like to live in Cuba. He was much less optimistic than other people we’d spoken to; which was a little sad — it’s always good to get other perspectives, though.

Back in Havana.
Back in Havana.

A year or a lifetime might not be enough to understand how Cuba works, but our twelve days there were a great experience: good company, great conversations, and much better food than we’d been expecting.